Race Report: Move your PHI’t 5K

Surprise! I am alive! Not only am I not dead in a ditch somewhere, debilitated by some combination of cheep beer and HGH***, but I’m actually running like Tom Cruise out of a Baptist revival. Crazy crazy Tom Cruise. I’ve finally flushed the stupid cipro out of my system and am starting to feel back to normal. So, what do people do when they no longer have really strong antibiotics in their system anymore!?! they certainly don’t do Paris Hilton They race!!

This weekend my wife and I ran/walk the Move your PHI’t 5K. I suppose the best thing about having not got around to updating my race side bar is that I can surprise even myself when I end up racing. Last week my wife saw a few road closed signs at a park in our neighborhood and peaked our interest in finding out what races were going on that weekend. One thing led to another and before I knew it I was involved in an elaborate pyramid scheme selling timeshares we were lining up to the start!

Now, if you are like me, you’re still trying to pronounce “PHI’t”. Well, it is pronounced “feet” and the reason that it is spelled strange was because this was actually a 5K to be used as a fundraiser for a local business sorority (Their letters were PHI). Here is a representative sampling of who was running:

• One part booty short sorority girls
• One part running families
• One part normal runners

This picture was of the lake, promise:

After we had strapped my little man into his jogging stroller (at which point he quickly fell asleep) We headed over to the start:

It was a pretty low key race, which is just fine by me. While I was getting ready to run (stretching, warming up****, etc) I was approached by fellow Phoenix runner and blog fan Jennifer! She was super nice and even humored me by taking a picture. Jennifer said that she has a training log blog that I’d love to link to – email me Jennifer! (Upper right hand corner) Unfortunately, I googled “Jennifer Blog” but all that came up was 10,000 blogs written by fans of Jennifer Love Hewitt.  A guy can only kill a few hours there before going bonkers:

Before I knew it, everyone continued to mill around, the music continued to play, but the runners on the starting line all started to run across. OH! We must have started!!! The course was a chip timed, double loop race with a pretty good sized grass hill just before the start/finish. While the hill was in a strange location it did provide spectators good views of the runners as they finished the race.

Race was on mostly park "trails"

My plan was simple: hang out with my wife for 45 minutes or so, running when she ran, walking when she walked, and cleaning up any puke that my son might just so happen to spit out. Mission accomplished on all fronts. My wife wanted to use the race as a baseline fitness measurement as we are both thinking about signing up for a summer series of 5Ks.

Overall, it was a fun morning. I was able to meet up with a fellow blogger, I was able to support a sorority’s efforts to fight heart disease*****, and I was able to run home without my shirt on because it was so warm. And that, is what I call a successful race day!



***Wait, is that the stuff that shrinks your ‘nads? No, not Bud Light, the HGH stuff?
****NOT looking at sorority girls because I know that is what you were thinking
*****Or something, (probably to buy beer and condoms)